Eda X Camilla Novels & Stories

Camilla's gaze narrowed subtly as she absorbed her mother's words, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip around the phone. Resting against the kitchen counter, she exhibited a blend of frustration and contemplation, emotions playing across her features. "Mamma," she began, her voice tinged with a trace of exasperation, "it's not about proving anything to Alexander or anyone else. It's about my own desires, and what I truly want is to marry Edward." A deep sigh resonated through the line as Alessia began to speak again, her voice softer, yet composed and steady. "Do you have feelings for him?" she inquired, a note of curiosity threading through her words. Camilla's brow furrowed at

Sure, they had upset her but Camille couldn't deny that she couldn't imagine her life without them. "Hello, Emma." The doctor's friendly voice broke Camille from her thoughts as he stepped into the room. "How are you feeling today?" "Better." Camille replied. "Well that's great news." The male smiled. "I think it should be okay to discharge you by the end of the week if things continue to improve." "Really?" Camille perked up, blue eyes shining with hope. "Really." The doctor nodded. "However, I need to discuss your x-rays with you."

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Alessandro asked again, and Jax shook his head. “No, she is in a mall. De Pristine Mall.” Alessandro knew the mall. It was quite a high-end mall. Only for the elite of the society. Camilla was not an elite. At least not yet. How did Camilla get the money to be able to afford such a place in just a short time? Or is she with somebody? Who could it be? His mind spun at the kaleidoscope of possibilities, but he knew in due time he would find out.

He glanced at me, then looked at the woman again. "Yes?" Ezra asked the woman. I gulped. I was stopping myself from crossing my brows while my chest was badly curios who the woman was. "Mister Masterson, I am Camilla from Ecstasy Spa. You made a schedule for us last week, but you didn't attend up until now. Just giving you a heads up." My brows crossed. Ecstasy spa? Was the even an innocent and wholesome spa? I doubt that. Ezra looked at me like he was stopping himself from smiling. He looks like he wanted to laugh but it would just make things more awkward.

The engine was quiet but powerful. My eyes followed the car immediately. The door opened. Xavier stepped out of the building and walked straight toward it. My eyes widened in suprise. “Oh my God,” Camilla whispered beside me. “Is that his car?” “He has a driver?” She sounded overly excited. “Keep quiet, Camilla,” I muttered. “He isn’t the first person to go home with a car.” “Why the excitement?” I tried to sound unimpressed, even though my eyes were still on him.

Hayden might be a family, but we both knew the word was destroyed between us long ago. “Oh, Camilla!” To break the tension, she shrieked as I sensed another presence among us. She wore a royal blue dress that reached her ankles with gold jewellery. Her chestnut hairs and light blue eyes looking at Diana as she offered a sweet smile. A delusional woman I would name her as. “Lady Diana, it’s been so long since we met.” “I’m still looking forward to our unfinished tea party.” Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband.

“You’re a lucky man.” Alex didn’t blink. His tone was dry, but his words sharp. “I’m aware.” Eve felt the air turning stiff, but before the tension between the two men escalated, Camilla approached. Her wine-colored gown trailed behind her like a storm, every step in command of attention. “Mr. and Mrs. Harris. You made it,” she said, her voice smooth, almost too perfect. Eve narrowed her eyes slightly. Why does her presence feel so familiar to me?

"Camilla's been missing for days, Alex. We don't have a lot of time." Alex was calm, yet that fracture in his carefully placed faéde crackled into existence once more. "Dante, hear me out. Our men found video footage in a nearby shopping mall. It might lead us to something.” He nodded. "It's not perfect, but it's something. The security team sent it over a few minutes ago." "Well then, what the hell are we waiting for?" I demanded, striding towards him. "Let's see it.” The room fell silent as Alex pulled up the footage on his tablet. I leaned forward across the desk, my eyes locked onto the screen. It was just a poor-quality video of Camilla driving her car along, until this other car comes

Camilla has gold blonde hair, twisted up into a bun behind her head, and she wore a short pink crop top and a skirt that landed at about mid-thigh as she sat in the chair. “Listen Camilla ,” started Professor Celine. “I'll tell you what we can do about your situation but call me Celine first” “What?, That's crazy" said Camilla says laughing softly... “That’s my name,” said Celine . “And that’s what you can call me.” “Okay Celine ,” said Camilla sheepishly. “Second,” continued Celine . “I need you to be mature about the offer am about to tell you.” "Listen. I’m willing to give you that A. But you’ve got to give me something.”